And on the sixth day...

Friday morning I put in my few hours at the office, deposited a thousand bucks back in my account and headed back to Brooklyn. I would just play with the week's profit. Free roll poker is good poker. I wanted to be on the Garden State before noon. Oh Staten Island how I hate thee. Traffic was murderous. Or it made me murderous. Something had to die. Travelling alone allowed me to return to the original Atlantic City playlists of old. So I took out my aggression carjacking Izuzu jeeps along to Biggie and "doing a little favor" to pay those debts no honest man can pay with Bruce.It was a nice day.On a whim, I chose Showboat.This was a mistake.The room was empty, but they had a seat for me at an 8 handed 1/2 game. I took it. This was another mistake.My very first hand I got pocket sixes. So I raised to six. Two people called. The flop was Ace high and I bet $15. I got one caller and I was mentally done with the hand unless a six hit. No six, he bets, I fold.I then evident...